I coast softly with the wind,
towards shore.
Sunlight holds me up; moonlight towing me in.
A vast ocean of rights and wrongs behind me: the lessons I’ve learned at every island.
I gaze back at the miles of green-blue waters and know I can rely on one constant and it’s the waves–
Some let me ride them to new destinations; some sweep me off my feet, pulling me under.
I drift into shore soon, so I better enjoy the ride.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
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